It's not that I want to fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

Han Zicheng looked at the line where water and sky meet.In the confused distance, there may be water birds flying by in pairs.

So he left the cliff.

First, I found a tribe in southern Xinjiang and learned the secret technique of making puppets.In the depths of the dense forest, he cut down the peach trees with the most dense branches and leaves, and finely chopped them into human shapes.

The figure should be thinner.

Arm height is just right.

The hands and feet are tied with red threads, which are connected with the blood of the caster and entangled with each other.

In the end, there is still a face without facial features.

How will it be engraved...

Han Zicheng would never be a puppet in his own image, that would make him feel as if he was the one being restrained.As for the others, the days have passed for too long, and their appearance seems to be blurred.

The peach wood puppet was overturned in his hands for a long time, until the old peach tree whose branches had been cut off sprouted new buds.

Han Zicheng finally moved.

Fingers flutter, and then gently blow away the sawdust.

The puppet's appearance was lifelike, as if it would blink its eyes the next moment, curled the corners of its mouth, and asked, "Can you teach me the art of fasting?"

Han Zicheng touched the puppet's head, the texture of peach wood made him realize that it was not a living person after all.

"Okay." Still smiling, he forced out the blood from his fingertips and dripped it between the brows of the puppet, just like in a cramped cave, they were once connected by blood.

It's so crowded.Why is it so crowded.

Lin Chao felt as if he had been crushed, squashed and stuffed into a certain airtight cabinet, and his bones would be crushed even if he moved.

He opened his eyes and saw Han Zicheng's face.

"What a coincidence, I was looking for you—"

Halfway through Lin Chao's speech, he felt something was wrong, as if he couldn't hear his own voice?

Also, what kind of gaze did Han Zicheng look at?

Oops!

Three years ago, this man buried himself alive. Even though his temper has improved a lot in the past three years, a beating is probably inevitable. Should he take some painkillers first?

Stretching his hand into his sleeve, he remembered that there was a bottle of special medicine there, but he didn't know if he brought it with him when he wore it into the Qingxin Mirror.

As soon as he raised his wrist, it was grabbed by someone.

Lin Chao stared blankly at the hand clasping him.Why... a little big?

He wanted to rub his eyes to see if he was presbyopic.

"do not move."

When Han Zicheng's voice sounded, Lin Chao immediately became honest.

The other party seemed very satisfied, hooking the corners of his mouth.

Lin Chao wanted to press Han Zicheng's face with itchy hands, take a photo and send it to the Daily News of the Cultivation World.It must be sold out, right?

"Be obedient." Han Zicheng patted the puppet's head.He was very satisfied, the puppet dripped with blood essence was so realistic, he seemed to see the surprised and helpless expression on the other party's face just now.

Of course it was an illusion, he could tell the difference.

It's just a puppet, how can there be human feelings?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not enough.

Han Zicheng gently pulled the red thread, and the puppet involuntarily approached him.

With a low laugh, he put a finger on the puppet's forehead in satisfaction, and pressed down on the corner of its mouth.

The puppet grabbed his fingers with both hands, looking pitiful.

Han Zicheng sighed and covered the puppet's eyes.

It's still not the same... Although they have the same face and the same movement, they can't speak, and they don't have those glowing eyes.

Maybe it's time to go to the southern border tribes to explore again, maybe there are other secret techniques...

Han Zicheng made up his mind, picked up the puppet, pressed it to his chest, lowered his head and said softly, "How about taking you out for a walk?"

Without waiting for an answer, he drifted outside the door.

Lin Chao was held in Han Zicheng's arms and had to accept a cruel reality.

He passed through the Qingxin mirror, but the outer shell was not brought in.

He is now attached to a peach wood puppet. This puppet was made by Han Zicheng just dripping his own blood. He can play with it however he wants, for as long as he wants.

【Players please pay attention!There is a plot point in this scene: to help Han Zicheng escape from the illusion.Bonus points: 2000.Please actively cooperate with the players to promote the development of the plot. 】

House seemingly endless rain.

He listened to the system prompt to enter the Qingxin mirror. He thought he would receive an operation guide or something, but in the end he received a series of useless prompts.

After thinking about it, it was all Han Zicheng's fault.

Even a small mind-cleaning mirror can't handle it, how can you reach the pinnacle of life?

Lin Chao angrily wanted to shake his fist to teach Han Zicheng a lesson.However, his wooden arm only gave him a slight push.

It looked like she was disgusted with the other person who hugged her too tightly and was acting like a baby.

Thinking of this, Lin Chao's joints became stiff.

wrong--

He was able to push Han Zicheng, which meant that he had partial control over the puppet's body.Although small, it is also worth trying.

There is only one way to get out of the illusion in the Qingxin mirror, that is, the person who enters the mirror realizes that it is an illusion, and everything is an illusion, so you can go out without any nostalgia.

Lin Chao felt that Han Zicheng must have been fascinated by Huahua World, as long as he was reminded that this was an illusion, the other party would definitely have a way to get out.After all, what is waiting for him outside is the real power and girls.

"Be good." Han Zicheng noticed that the puppet in his arms was struggling, and hurriedly held it down with one hand, and whispered.

The puppet was pressed against his chest, and as soon as Han Zicheng spoke, Lin Chao felt a resonance, and his little heart ached from the low voice.

Still a little numb.

After clearing his mind, Lin Chao tried his best to control the puppet's limbs, grabbed Han Zicheng's hand, and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm:

This is illusion.

"This...is...a fantasy...land..."

Han Zicheng looked down at the puppet hanging on his body, feeling like a dream for a moment.

Entering the southern border, sitting on the cliff, holding candles in the bridal chamber, worshiping the Qingxin religion... One by one, one by one, the starting point is in front of a bronze mirror.

He remembered.

It's just delusional.

Han Zicheng's expression was too calm, which made Lin Chao startled.He shook the other party's arm, for fear that the other party would be overly frightened for a while.

"Yeah." Han Zicheng hooked the puppet's little finger, "I see."

Is this over?

Lin Chao wished he could lie in his ear and shout, this is an illusion, you don't want to think about how to get out, why do you still look calm.

"What about the illusion?" Han Zicheng said softly, "I think this is very good."

where is it?

Lin Chao made a slip of the tongue for a moment, and his body stiffly hung in the air.

Han Zicheng hugged the puppet: "Don't worry, the secret art of southern border has always been mysterious, and we won't be far away when we meet again."

Returning to the tribe in southern Xinjiang, Han Zicheng walked into the cabin of the tribal chief.

Unexpectedly, the chief was an old woman, wearing colorful skirts, with a few feathers of unknown birds on her head, she looked quite southern Xinjiang.

Lin Chao looked at her wrinkled face like an orange peel, and thought, it would be terrible if he also looked like this when he was old.

"Young man, what else do you want to ask?" The old lady's tone was calm, with a unique southern accent.

Han Zicheng sat down in front of her, picked up the puppet carefully, and put it on his lap.

"Can it talk?"

"Heh, idiot." The old woman's eyes flickered with a bewildering dark light, "The art of puppetry is nothing more than using one's own blood and pulling it with a red rope to endow godless things with spirits. How can we expect it to be as real as life?" Normal?"

Han Zicheng said calmly, "Is it really impossible?"

The old woman said: "Yes."

The puppet has no god, and the only way for it to speak like a living person is to endow it with a soul.

Where does the soul come from?

The old woman stretched out her skinny fingers and pointed at Han Zicheng.

Cutting out half of one's soul and sending it to a puppet is the solution.

The pain of splitting the primordial spirit can be ignored, and Han Zicheng didn't even grunt when he broke free from the iron chain that locked the pipa bone.The point is, is it worth it to share half of one's primordial spirit?

If the primordial spirit is incomplete, the cultivation base will be greatly damaged, and the pursuit of proving the Tao will naturally be impossible, and even traveling in the realm of self-cultivation can only become a dream.

Completely give up the pursuit of the front half of the body, just for such a thing?

Han Zicheng subconsciously fiddled with the puppet's limbs, and when he got tired of it, he threw the puppet away.

If Lin Chao could yell out, he would have cried out more than a dozen times in pain right now.

The sound of wood hitting the floor sounds terrible, okay?

One of the puppet's arms is twisted!

"No." The old lady smiled, as if she was not surprised by the other party's choice.Obsessions range from deep to heavy, and sometimes I think my love is as deep as the sea, until I face the choice of interests, only to realize that it is just a puddle of clear and shallow water.Not even a single fish had room to trail its tail.

Han Zicheng took a few steps towards the outside, then stepped back, picked up the puppet from the ground, and wiped off the dust with his sleeve.

"You only need to send half of the Yuanshen?"

Anyway, he doesn't care about fighting for fame and fortune.

Standing in the supreme position of good and evil, no one is invincible.As long as he wants these, he can get them in a blink of an eye.The famous sect of the evil way, Zhu Xianjiao, has long been wiped out by him, and the people of the evil way are still terrified when they hear his name.The head of the Pure Heart Sect accepted him as a disciple, and promised him a daughter. After a hundred years, the number one sect of the righteous way would be in his pocket.

As for attaining the Great Dao, immortality... so many predecessors were fascinated by it like moths flying to a flame, but he hated it from the very beginning.Giving up this moment for the sake of the illusory future is really putting the cart before the horse, and it is foolish.

Han Zicheng tightened his arms, feeling that his chest was filled with puppets, and felt inexplicably satisfied for a while.

"I was wondering, what would be the first thing you said to me?"